Back in the dark pocket, his eyes coldly reached out and flicked the Paper Man.
It was the first time in his life that someone dared to slap him, and Xue Xian felt that the bald donkey in front of him had almost drank the water of the Yangtze River, and it was going to the sky! He was about to get angry when he heard Xuan Min mention the "blood mark on the side of the ear", and was stunned for a moment. He twisted between Xuan Min's fingers with difficulty and looked at Master Liu.
There was indeed a red mark on the left ear with the surname of Liu Xu, which was a little bit windy, near the temple. At first glance, it seemed that it was splashed with blood from something.
Seeing the bloodstain, Xue Xian's thin paper body trembled, and the anger and hatred that had been suppressed for a long time were immediately lifted, and he came over the river.
In a trance, he seemed to be lying on the wet shore again. The dark clouds covered most of the sky, and the salty smell of the tide slammed on him one after another. The thunder and lightning continued, and the rainstorm poured. But he couldn't move, he was drowsy in deep thought, and the pain on his back was deep to his bones, like ten thousand ants eating his heart...
He was ripped out of his bones, but he couldn't even see the other party's appearance...
When Xue Xian's mind was tumbling, Master Liu was still touching the side of his ear, and he asked Xuanmin with a sullen face: "What do you mean I can't see it?! You monk, if you want to keep your mouth shut, it's some stupid words. , Yintang's statement about the black blood light disaster can't be abducted by two words?! What is a bloodmark?!"
What is a bloodstain
Xue Xian lifted his eyelids and stared at Master Liu.
This kind of blood mark on the side of the ear is the blood splattered by people who have hatred and hatred. Xue Xian hadn't noticed it when he was bored in the dark pocket and only focused on competing with Xuanmin. Now that he calmed down, he could smell Master Liu's body.
It was the smell emanating from the bloodstain, like rust, but slightly different. The smell was all too familiar to Xue Xian—it was his own blood.
From the day he woke up, he had been looking for the person who had pumped his muscles. However, he didn't know his appearance, nor his origin, so he disappeared everywhere. The only clue he had was his own blood. The person who was splattered with blood was the one who had just been to that coast that day.
There are about a hundred such people, and he found some of them. From the mouths of those people, Xue Xian vaguely asked for something. But not enough, far from enough. Just relying on that little clue to find that person is still comparable to finding a needle in a haystack.
So in the past six months, Xue Xian has been going all the way from Huameng to this place, in order to find some more clues, and find out the complainant as soon as possible...
The person who was arguing with him between his fingers suddenly became quiet, and Xuan Min just thought that the other party finally gave in and no longer did some fearless struggles. He put Xue Xian back into his hidden pocket, glanced at Master Liu at the same time, and said, "You should have died today, but someone made a ghost for you."
When he said that, he looked back and dropped a sentence: "Believe or not, feel free." Then he stopped talking and raised his feet to leave.
But for the sake of offending people, how can you go away
Master Liu was furious and extremely annoyed by this remark of "death sooner rather than later". On the one hand, he felt that the wild monk in front of him was a nonsense liar, and on the other hand, he was somewhat uneasy because it was related to his life.
Nine times out of ten, liars like to play this trick. First, I'll give you a "suffering calamity" stick, which will make you feel uneasy when you think about it. Then you will pretend to refuse to greet you, and turn your head with a lofty look. go. As a result, there will always be some people who will take the bait, thinking, "Forget it, the right should be ruined and saved from disaster, what if it is true."
While Master Liu muttered in his heart and warned himself not to be fooled, he gave the order to the yamen: Take a knife and take someone!
Flickering to the head of the county government, this monk is not asking for hardships, what is it? !
Just as the yamen swarmed up and grabbed Xuan Min's sleeve, a breathless voice came from far and near: "Master! Master is not good!"
When everyone looked back, they saw a man who looked like a servant stumbled over and stopped in front of Master Liu, with a panicked expression: "Master, Young Master, Young Master, he has fallen into the well!"
"What?!" Master Liu's legs trembled, his scalp tingling immediately.
He subconsciously glanced at Xuan Min, who was surrounded by yamen, and his heart thumped. For a while, he didn't know whether to run to the house first or grab Xuan Min first.
"Master!" the little servant shouted again.
Master Liu shuddered, raised his feet in a panic, and wanted to follow the servant back, but in the confusion he only felt that he was top-heavy and his legs were not his own. He just took two steps and turned back sharply—
"Let go, let go!" Master Liu Yiyi